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“About Paris?” I shake my head. “No. You?”
He shakes his. “No.”
“Not even Cillian?”
“I don’t see why he needs to be involved.”
Wow. I chew on my lip. Castle rakes his fingers through his hair again, his muscles rippling under his dress shirt. He turns to the side, and I can’t help but let my eyes run admiringly over his profile.
Fucking hell, it’s outrageous how freaking gorgeous he is. Heat pools in my core as I basically ogle him and try not to grin at the thought that I’m about to be married to allthat.
“Callie.”
I blink, my face burning hotly as I realize he’s turned and caught me staring at him like a fucking creep. I swallow as his eyes lock with mine.
“It won’t be real, Callie.”
I lift a shoulder easily as my arms cross over my chest. “Yeah, obviously. I know.”
“Doyou?”
Jesus. “I’m not a fuckingchild, Castle. I grew up in this world, remember? Yes, I understand the concept of an arranged, fake marriage.”
He nods slowly as he steps toward me. If he was really trying to make his point about this being fake, I’m pretty sure he’d keep as far away from me as possible. Wouldn’t he?
“What?” I blurt. It comes out as bitchy and snappish, but only because him coming closer to me is throwing me off kilter. It’s making my pulse race, and sucking the air from my lungs, and fucking up the laws of physics and gravity.
You know, all the usual things he does to me whenever he enters the same room as me.
“I just need to be crystal clear about this,” he growls. “What happened before—”
“Get over yourself,” I snap, feeling my face heat. “I was drunk, Castle.”
His mouth thins. His brow arches. “Ah. So youweredrunk.”
Yeah, I’m a little late using his out.
I shrug. “Obviously.”
“And itobviouslywon’t happen again?”
I roll my eyes. “No, it won’t, okay? Seriously, my God, get over yourself.”
He’s standing right in front of me, looming over me and drowning me in his heat, power, and bergamot scent.
“This is to save you from that psycho Massimo, and to save both our families from financial ruin.Notto play house.”
It’s hard to keep the annoyed and bored routine going with him so close. For that matter, it’s hard to fuckingthinkwhen he’s this close. Or breathe.
He’s not being fair.
“Fine, yes. For the last time,I get it. Okay?”
“There will be rules.”
I swallow. Something throbbing pulses in my core. Slowly, I drag my eyes to his.
“Rules?” I croak. “Like what?” My mind flips through a hundred different X-rated fantasies of Castle making me follow “his rules”.
